Scout and About

So as of a week ago today, we have had a new wonderful bundle of joy parading around our house. :3 A doggy. His name is scout and he is a half Pitbull, half Boxer. Now I know what some of you may be thinking..."oh no, here's a pitbull, they are so vicious and bad and no good around anyone. Just because of those stupid laws that are trying to get passed by ignorant people that have never had the privilege of owning one of these big hearted sweeties. Seriously, the only thing vicious about this boy are his farts. So a little bit about Scouty :3, he likes people, unless you're stupid and try to scare him, he likes dogs, as long as they don't try to scratch the ever loving bajeesus out of his face, he is also good with kids, being as he loves the ones here.

(my Scouty boy <3)

He has been absolutely perfect about being in the car, walking around the canal, playing with a dachshund puppy, being humped repeatedly by said puppy (with a look on his face like "mom...please") and is making his way up and down the stairs now with the addition of grips so he doesn't slide down them anymore. He is a peoples dog and loves to hop up on his couch. However, he is very super strong. Like doggy super strength. Left him in his cage for about an hour. Came home to this:

Oh my jeez! is what you must be thinking. Walked over and he was just wiggling on the couch looking at me like "I'm sorry mom! I thought you were never coming home!" and to be honest, I couldn't even be mad. He's just so cute and he was so worried that he was being left again like his last family did. So I just laughed, gave him a homemade peanutbutter dog cookie, and got kisses. He really is the perfect most laid back dog.

And we all know that he was just lying in wait to viciously maul this adorable little puckaroo here, because he is a pitbull. RIGHHHHHHT! Since they are all vicious and bad. I really need to put him in a bowtie, with a monacle and a tophat for halloween like a sir, because he is such a little gentleman. :)

Just like this photo for instance, he isn't asleep, he is waiting. lol (bad Chuck Norris reference I know) But more to come on this little fur bucket because he is so awesome....like his parents. He's good at alerting us of people around the house too. Like the UPS guy...Scout barked at him because he knocked on the door. First thing the guy says is "I don't want to get bit". I mean I understand his concern, but Scout barked. He didn't give him death threats, poop on his shoe, give him the eye, or talk about the dudes mother. Some people just amaze me. He has fit in already and is tearing up any toy he can find...including a tennis ball he had for about 20 mins and bit in half. Strong jaws for a dog, and yet so gentle about taking food or toys or playing. Little velvety joweled prince. Yup. Prince Scout.

The Battle Continues...

So since the battle of the kitchen began, I have only seen a few little centipedes running around here and there, not too much to worry about really. However, the tables have just turned. They have started coming out in numbers with all their little legged buddies to mock me. They don't seem to be so focused on grossing me out in my kitchen anymore....oh no...now it has moved to the bathroom and the living room. Attacking me where i feel the safest...doing my business or chillaxin' on the couch.

There I was, vacuuming the rugs in the bathroom, cleaning and humming something happy...a little build me up buttercup perhaps...and then it CHARGED! Out of no where, Charles ran out from somewhere behind me, straight on to the tub. Luckily, I was prepared with a well placed counter attack with the sucking hose of my mini shop vac and it was Bye Bye Birdie. Sucked the little guy up. Although it still freaks me out, the thought of him living in there...

I also found one of their little baby clones in the shower one morning.  was only about.... {--} that long. So I drowned the little sucker. Demon Spawn. Cry bug parents, cry. He did not have a kind death. And let that be a warning. But alas, I believe that this only made their resolve stronger in getting revenge. Making it so I no longer feel safe in my own home...

Last night, I was sitting in my living room. Watching something on my laptop as I normally do waiting for my man hunk to get home. All of a sudden, Charles ran across my living room to crawl underneath the couch that is right next to mine. Those little suckers are fast. Didn't even give me time to grab a shoe. So I spent the rest of the evening, trying not to touch the floor for fear of attack. Twas then I saw another....well it might have been the same one, but it would have had to have crawled under my couch to get all the way back where it was and that's something I'm not willing to accept yet.....anyways. So it crawled along the molding on the floor and stopped...mocking me. A "come at me bro" like stare. So I grabbed one of my flip flops (in hindsight, prob not the best idea. Expensive shoes, but totally worth it) and smushed the hell out of it. Like three times. To the point where it launched into the air, so i smushed it again. Had to tap it off my shoe. Freakin' gross. So then for the rest of the night, I was imagining things crawling across the room, thinking that I would see something skitter across the floor.

They think they may have won this one, but I left the squished one there as a warning. "see how i smooshed the ever loving legs off of your buddy there? yeah...come at me bro"